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He swore he was different, |
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Something about being in his arms, |
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They can pretend, |
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I can feel your eyes go right through me, |
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Go ahead, |
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If you want her, |
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Something about that sad song, |
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So why all of a sudden, |
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She swore to herself, |
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Something about that one phone call, |